So, what’s new? I always cringe a bit when someone asks me that question. It’s like they can’t...

So, what’s new?   

I always cringe a bit when someone asks me that question.  It’s like they can’t possibly be ready for the #ADHD fueled answer.  After almost 48 full years spent on this earth, life hasn’t slowed down a bit.  Surely, they can’t be ready for that smoke if wondering, “What’s New?”

I put out Confessions of the Unmedicated Mind Volume 1: Home, in 2012.  Somehow, that was 8 years ago. COTUM V2: School was out soon after.  Things were rolling. 

And by rolling, I mean moving a little too fast.   In true ADHD fashion, the time was scattered, smothered, covered and chunked into a litany of time sucking obstacles and unforeseen adventures.  8 years was gone in a flash,  and here I sit with a pair of volumes that were mostly complete but never released.  

So, what is actually new?

Life’s been a blur of the best kind the last 8 years.  Got divorced,  changed careers, changed careers again, helped two groups I saw wronged with lawsuits, changed careers again, moved to the big city, spent eerie time in the world of modern dating, married a Facebook acquaintance living 1,200 miles away, lost my best friend in a motorcycle accident and a former teammate to murder,  trained a former #WWE legend, nearly died twice, took one last run of coaching high school wrestling, lost my dad, hit Facebook up again and made a 36 year old #Jaguar my daily driver, drank of shit ton of beer, and coached some #UFC fights in my spare time.  

So, yeah; been a lil’ on the crazy side, til America was forced to do what has proven to be impossible for me; sit still, do nothing, for a significant while.  

Rather than bludgeon myself over failed releases, I sought alternatives.  Hence, I settled on putting out Volume 4 out next as the third and final full book in the series.  That leaves the material for Volume 3 to be issued as a series of demented blog posts.  Eventually, I hope to get around to putting it out in book form, but figured 8 years was long enough to procrastinate on this front.  

For what it’s worth, V3: Work is done and edited.  I’m doing a final edit of it, and should have it out before this virus is done having it’s unbridled way with us.  

In light of the worldwide pandemic that we’re all enduring at the moment, no better time than right now.  If the world ends, I want to help pollute it with a few more jaded accounts of bad behavior and questionable decisions.  

So, the stories and ramblings that were to make up Volume 3: Play, shall end up here.  Pay attention, or don’t.  I can’t be a hypocrite and demand sharp focus of you; especially after looking out the window while writing, and losing 8 years like they were a wallet or set of keys.  

So, if you’re bored and need a good laugh, there’s some confessions worth your time here.  Some involve stealing a circus bus, inappropriate party fouls, deliberate sports bloopers, wanton acts of vandalism, physical altercations, various misuses of fecal material, mass consumption of soaky treats, ill-advised road trips, telephonic abuse and a host of other things probably better left unsaid, and for sure undocumented.  

But what fun is that?  

The answer is none.  Especially while under federal order to stay at home.  

I might be better to wonder aloud what the statutes of limitations are in several #Wisconsin communities.    Things got a little out of hand every once in awhile.

Stay tuned for stories from Confessions of the Unmedicated Mind, V4.

It’s Play time.